Adventure

Three words that sum up my first few days in New Zealand; my adventures in solitude. Named as such because A: The New Pornographers became an integral part to my NZ road trip soundtrack (being among the few thoughtfully downloaded to my phone beforehand, anticipating a lack of wifi) and B: because I was, well, adventuring in self-inflicted solitude.

We’ve been having a lot of fun exploring our new little state! It’s quite a novelty for us to be able to drive in one direction for more than a couple of hours and not end up in the water — coming from Tasmania and all — and the fact that we can drive to a different state altogether is even weirder.

This week’s adventure saw us travelling about three hours outside of Melbourne to the Otway Ranges, on the hunt for some totally enormous Californian redwoods. It’s a lovely drive with…

First, an apology: sorry for two sentimental, Tasmania-themed posts in a row!

We’re back in our second home for a few days, and the nostalgia is strong. It doesn’t really feel much like a holiday; we’ve slipped back into old routines, old haunts and old friends like we’ve never been away. The only difference is a niggling feeling of homesickness that I didn’t expect — I do miss my new home, as much as I miss the old. Mostly I think I just miss the cat.

Our journey this time is less than a week long, and pretty well-booked —…

I’ve consumed my weight in coffee every day, complained about the weather every chance I get (even though it’s really not that bad. Seriously — go to Tasmania and tell me about the weather), and executed my first ever hook turn in the city without being honked at.

There are some things that will forever divide me from the ‘true Melbournians’ though, such as visiting the State Library of Victoria. I’m assuming the State Library is something every Victorian child visits at some point in his or her school-hood…